Quatrain
Haiku's
Free Verse
Sonnet
Surely form matter's not in fact becomes
irrelevant
As does correct grammar, spelling
tense and use of elongated complex
word's
As is not the initial most critical point of
poetry
What is meant and said and is written
down
Otherwise in effect it may well be
a dictionary or a thesaurus
Nothing more than complex word's
assembled In alphabetical order
That when combined and put together
make absolutely no sense at all like
Apple , Actuary , Agrochemical , Adversary
and , and , and , and like
D is for Does
P , Poetry & P , Point
A , Apart
F , From
Y , You
R , Reader / Read / Right / Reply
E , End
Those feeling unsecured,
who be in brokered deal need,
listen to this vary interesting message carefully
I got what you don’t have,
but what you want financed desperately
You most certainly can get it from me,
this promissory promise
gets my profit lending approval
My actuary guarantee ... you can bank on it!
I’m a giver of usury
And I take no pleasure
in taking your vital possessions —
The necessary things you and yours
need to survive
But I most assuredly will repossess them
should you not comply
To the fine print agreement
that was co-signed on the dotted line
I’m a giver of usury
For every dollar you borrow from me,
I will want two returned,
vary quickly
I am bound by the loan shark code of honor,
to bite the hand
which fail to repay me
This is the default judgment
agreed upon by you, with much debt gratitude
Signed in sweat and blood
to receive the money
In the long run,
I made you so short-term happy
In deed, I am a giver of usury
Upper management market rushed decision:
Cold rational cost/risk measurement —
Downsizing is the capital flow chart right way to go
Middle management under extreme personnel loss liquidity:
Short wigs facing contraction strategy harassment,
skirt the raised profit projected pressure of the actuary table
Lower management stem the tide of the pink-slip discharge:
HR higher productivity quarterly report assessment ...
makes promotion portfolio much more dividend valuable
An actuary does the math
And figures out the time
Each person gets to live his life
Before he leaves his prime.
Of course, an average doesn’t mean
That everyone’s the same,
So some of us will stay alive
Beyond statistic’s claim.
Yet knowing what I know, as years
Accumulate and pass,
The time to travel’s NOW before
Death bites me in the ass.
And so I pack my bags, a road trip
Waiting ‘round the bend,
Some sights to see we haven’t seen
Is what we do intend.
The actuary’s formula
May hold a lot of truth,
But even I can do the math
When I subtract my youth!
THE BRIDLE OF LOVE
Put on the bridle of love, or the dark places
Will inhabit your soul like a dream of plunder:
Put on the bit of desire, lest the old faces
Merge in passionate moments and betray wonder.
You pledge only with the combat of the hours
Your words fall in the silence, like coins jingling
Into the hand of the fortune-teller, who scours
Your reverie of love on your palm, tingling
Of a stranger. You are an actuary where a shadow
Turns fascination to death. Put on the bridle
Of tenderness - forgiveness, sad and low,
Can whistle with the raindrops, idle
As witnesses of profound truth. Curs
Snap at gentleness when their hunger stirs.
With curious eyes, we survey you
Desperately trying to see the conceal potential
The actuary
The cardiologist
The Judge
The pilot
With pleading eyes, we beseech you
Desperately trying to spare you future mishaps
Disappointment
Embarrassment
Shame
regrets
With caring eyes, we comfort you
Desperately trying to see if you have learnt your lesson
Compassion
Embrace
Forgiveness
Encouragement
With accepting eyes, we discover that YOU
are a bi-product of US!